Sunday, February 1, 2015

Before or After?

As most Saturdays go yesterday it was a little busier than usual with several errands to run.

One stop was a 9 o'clock appointment for Charlie and Todd at the groomers. Charlie has a thick double (non-shedding) coat that keeps him really warm. It also mats easily and traps in moisture that can irritate his skin. For this reason, he goes to the groomer about 3 times a year. I can never decide if I like him best "before or after."

Todd just needed some "tidying up" on his coat that I could probably do myself. But I decided to take him in anyway. We arrived to a bit of a flustered groomer who told me her assistant was home sick. With 8 dogs to be groomed that day, I volunteered to just take Todd home. He wasn't too happy about getting his nails trimmed, but he was so excited when we left that I think that if he could have done a somersault, he would have!

Today our winter weather advisory was discontinued because our temps were well above freezing and are expected to stay there. Once again, no snow for us.... But that doesn't stop the fun and games.

Charlie must be nice and warm when it is cold out! What a cute little furball! I could watch the dogs frolic and play all day long!! It makes one smile just to see that! We are in the midst of a snowstorm here...not fun. Happy Monday to you Kim!

I like Charlie both ways - it's hard to pick a favorite! We had a weekend of rain, and thick fog yesterday. ....but, by the afternoon I was back in a t-shirt and running a/c in the car. That's AZ for you!

Charlie pulls off the good looks either way. I'm thinking he would be a little more comfortable at least in the warmer months trimmed up a bit. Todd, that rascal, I guess he lucked out this time. His day is a coming.

charlie's ears look longer when he's trimmed! a furoptical illusion?? LOLOL!you'd never know it was a 'senior' house the way they all play with puppy todd and each other. how i love it! have a great week dearest bean! xoxo♥

A Little About Me...

In 2007 my dream of living in the country and sharing it with senior Golden Retrievers came true when we moved to a small town in Northern Virginia into a home that would become 'Golden Pines.' Our lives are now filled with more rescued Golden Retrievers than I'll admit to, a Wheaten Terrier, a lively little Scottie, a black lab and a very tolerant cat. This blog chronicles snippets of a life in the country that has truly 'gone to the dogs!'